My wife likes to make fun of me because sometimes when I go to the market here in Belgium, I come home with strange things because I can’t read the signs on the food. She sent me once for zucchini and I came home with cucumber ( Okay, yes I am also produce challenged) so last week I went with my son with a list in hand, and I wanted to make sure I got the right thing.
What I found out is that Belgium doesn’t use the word “zucchini”. Where does that word even come from? I don’t know. But the market ladies kept saying “courgette! courgette!” As this large American loomed over them waving a large piece of phallic produce.
I walked away frustrated . Still not knowing if I had a zucchini or not.